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Daphne's blog stirred up memories of when my children were growing up and the boys had a variety of animals between them. Mostly they were Younger Son's, though and at one time we had 13 rabbits, several mice, hamsters, gerbils, a couple of chinchillas and weasels and then there were the reptiles, an iguana and a water snake. The iguana feasted on crickets for preference and these were bought from the local pet shop. The water snake, on the other hand, was partial to baby rats, dead ones, which were also bought from the local pet shop but, being dead, had to be frozen until they were used. You see where I'm going with this? The clue is in the word 'frozen.'
Which is why one day at work, I received an extremely irate phone call from ex-husband who had plunged his hand into the freezer to find something for dinner that evening and had encountered a plastic bag of frozen baby rats.
The only thing which puzzled me was that, as I had had no idea that YS had put the rats in the freezer, it should have been my fault. Perhaps one of those examples of how 'a mother's place is in the wrong'?
